For a moment it seems, that this moment won’t end
So I pray for the end
Wasting my time waiting for mercy
You sold me out just for the joy of hurting me
So I pray for the end
Rest my child and be still tortured thoughts become real
My heart stops such a rush, causes me to go numb
Wonder what next will come
Sitting alone in my misery
I’d like to make your life become history
Wonder what next will come
Rest my child and be still-tortured thoughts become real
Rest my child and be still-fucked up feelings kill
What more can I do?
What else could I do?
Fucked up feelings kill!
What else could I do?
What else can you do?
What else could I do?
What else could I do?
Rest my child and be still-fucked up feelings kill
Fucked up feelings kill
I lost again, once again, I don’t know where to start
Now I’m back at the start
You lied when you told me it would save me
Now taste the fucked-up feelings you gave me
I lost again, once again
Rest my child and be still-fucked up feelings kill
Fucked up feelings kill
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